Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 551(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“True. How about we get up? I’ll order Crave, unless you want Chinese food instead?” Bridger asks.
“Oh, man, let’s do that. Orange chicken with fried rice sounds so good.” I all but salivate at the thought of food now.
“I’ll order that. Does Legend need to eat dinner?”
“Yeah, but not Chinese food, goof. I’ll get him fed, then I’ll text Raelynn to see if she has a cheesecake handy. Do you think Leo will pick it up for us?” I bat my eyes because I know Leo is already doing a lot for Bridger.
“He owes me. He’ll pick it up for us.” Bridger winks at me, then he maneuvers his body so I’m now beneath him. My legs move out of his way, giving him room to place his hips between them, and I swear to all that is holy that I can feel every inch of him even though there are a couple of inches that keep us from completely touching.
My breathing becomes choppy. It’s in this moment I know that I want Bridger’s lips on mine. I’m taking a leap, and I hope Bridger doesn’t let me fall. I lift my head. He understands what I’m asking for, and thank goodness, he doesn’t disappoint.
Our lips meet. It’s not what I expect. I assumed Bridger would take what he wants. Instead, he’s allowing me to take the lead, even if his body is encasing my own. I’m hesitant at first, then I kiss Bridger again. The girl inside of me is screaming in excitement that I’m finally kissing the man who has been plaguing my dreams and every fantasy I’ve ever had.
I moan as he finally takes over, my soft lips against his, the way he brings his tongue into play. It’s light at first until I match him. When he retreats, I chase, and that’s when Bridger takes over. This first kiss is out of this world amazing. I’ve admitted a lot today, but I won’t admit that this kiss is also my first, as in my first-ever kiss.
We slowly pull a part. I’m breathless. Bridger’s is much the same. “Damn, sunshine, had I known you taste this amazing, I probably would have tasted you sooner.”
That makes a soft smile play on my face. “Same,” I respond, then he levels himself up and off the couch, bringing his hand out to help me do the same.
“We’ll have to work on that some more, then,” he replies once I’m standing. I nod my head, wanting that so much. Bridger kisses my cheek before saying, “Make your call, and I’ll make mine. I’ll be on the front porch if you need me.”
“Okay.” My voice comes out like a rubber ducky squeaking. He leaves, and now it’s my turn to watch him walk away. I’m going to need a fan to carry around while I’m around Bridger non-stop, and I have to share a bed with him. Yeah, I can see me having to change my panties several times a day or take cold showers. His body has me fanning my face, and that’s just from the back—his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and that man’s ass. He sure knows how to fill out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. After he disappears through the front door, only then do I make the call to Raelynn. Knowing her, she’ll have a cheesecake ready. It’s one of my weekly indulgences. It’s also one of the many reasons I do yoga five days a week.
Our call is quick and to the point. She has one ready to go and will give it to Leo, thank goodness. I’m going to need that sweet decadence in order to get through this ordeal, that’s for sure.
EIGHT
BRIDGER
The sound of my name wakes me from a deep sleep. It may have been the best sleep I’ve ever had. Part of that could be because I’m wrapped around Kellie, my hand under her tank top, her firm breast in my hand, the other under her neck, all the while her ass is grinding into my rock-hard cock.
After dinner and dessert, we hung out on the couch until I noticed Kellie’s eyes were starting to close. I’m not sure if that was from the food, the glass of wine, the day she had, or the accumulation of it all.
“Bridger,” she moans again. I squeeze her closer to my body, trying my hardest to get her to quit squirming on my cock. I count to ten, breathe out. When that doesn’t work, I work my way through who I’ll be picking for this season’s fantasy football league. A game Slade, Drake, Leo, Drake’s brothers, and I take part in every year. Nothing like winning an easy six thousand dollars and having fun while doing it. But hell, even that doesn’t work, especially when she rolls toward me. I have no other option—she’s lost in her sleep. I roll over onto my back. Kellie tangles her leg with mine. The soft palm of her hand lands on my lower stomach, causing me to suck in my breath before thinking of something else. Counting and football didn’t work, so this time, I conjure up the things my mom needs me to do around her house, the way my sisters annoy the hell out of me needing me to fix this or that for them. I take another breath. Finally, that causes my aching cock to go down. I’ve had a case of blue balls for more months than I could count, but they’re worth it if it means I get to sleep beside Kellie.